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LINES ON TIPPERAPY.
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Then sweetest temperance, I'll love thee.
I love thee.
If all be true, which thou dost tell,
To gluttony I bid farewell.
Farewell.
I love thee.
If all be true, which thou dost tell,
To gluttony I bid farewell.
Farewell.
A Rhyming Direction.
Fly postman! with this letter run
To Carter, baker, Edmonton—
To Nancy Carter, there convey it;
This is the charge, with speed obey it.
Remember, my blade,
The postage is paid.
To Carter, baker, Edmonton—
To Nancy Carter, there convey it;
This is the charge, with speed obey it.
Remember, my blade,
The postage is paid.
Letter Directed in Verse.
When you this letter C
You'd better letter B,
For it is going over
Unto Tom Mac Gee,
In the town of Dover,
State of Tennessee.
You'd better letter B,
For it is going over
Unto Tom Mac Gee,
In the town of Dover,
State of Tennessee.
Lines on Tipperary.
These lines were said to have been addressed to a Dr. Fitzgerald, on reading the following couplet in his apostrophe to his native village:—
And thou! dear village, loveliest of the clime,
Fain would I name thee, but I'm scant in rhyme.
Fain would I name thee, but I'm scant in rhyme.
I subjoin a tolerably complete copy of this "rime doggrell:"
A Bard there was in sad quandary,
To find a rhyme for Tipperary.
Long laboured he through January,
Yet found no rhyme for Tipperary;
Toiled every day in February,
But toiled in vain for Tipperary;
Searched Hebrew text and commentary,
But searched in vain for Tipperary;
Bored all his friends at Inverary,
To find a rhyme for Tipperary;
To find a rhyme for Tipperary.
Long laboured he through January,
Yet found no rhyme for Tipperary;
Toiled every day in February,
But toiled in vain for Tipperary;
Searched Hebrew text and commentary,
But searched in vain for Tipperary;
Bored all his friends at Inverary,
To find a rhyme for Tipperary;